Fast For Life

 

FAST FOR LIFE

Today is Holy Thursday. This morning  Sean, nineteen, called me.  I met him, and he had been crying, and looked worn out.  He said he hated to ask me, but he had not eaten in two days. As we sat at a restaurant, he brightened, food does wonders.  And my thoughts  turned to all the acts of death we experience in our society and turn a blind eye to:  war, child trafficking, discrimination of race, creed, religion, sexual orientation.  These are all real–and they are very real in our country–hunger in San Francisco, one of the wealthiest cities in the world, racial, ethnic, sexual orientation  discrimination –in San Francisco, –and throughout our country.

Today sitting with Sean tore my heart to shreds. He acted out at a youth shelter and was kicked out, he was afraid to go to the soup kitchens because first of all he is young, slight, and  secondly he is fearful because he is transgender. 

The truth is Sean should not have to come with his tail tucked between his legs to have to ask me for food–food, housing, health insurance should be his without question.

The next twenty four hours I am going to Fast for Life–I will not eat until 2:00 p.m. tomorrow–and than eat one meal a day from hence forth.  For what I realized is how privileged, and smug I am.  Even in the worst times of my life I have never gone hungry, never not had health insurance, never not had a  place to stay. I have always been the white hustler who could hustler what was  needed. I have always been the privileged white male, with his education, and access to privileged. And I am a smug  bastard, for none of us are privileged, we are just lucky sperm. This has hit me hard seeing Sean, seeing people in tents and under card board on the streets in the rain.

We remember in the  next three days the crucifixion and resurrection  that speaks loud and clear that Jesus of Nazareth values each one of us, uniquely, for who we are, he loves us without exception, and he calls each of us to love one another. Jesus has made all of us privileged and calls each of us to value the other as privileged. 

My invitation to each person who reads this is to feed one person you meet on the street, give them some money, or simply talked to them, listen to them, treat them as privileged–and do so without judgment!

Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.S.T., D.Min. candidate

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

http://www.temenos.org

415-305-2124

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